I’m out. Deliberately Avoiding Your Call.

This morning, I received the bill for the next year’s hosting service for this blog. I am now faced with the decision of whether to pay for another year, or let this last year of keeping an online diary go quietly into the night. I’m seriously considering the latter. While it’s been fun and I’ve met an incredible group of people, I don’t know that it’s worth the money just to have a great theme. I could be doing it for free or not at all, just going back to reading and enjoying the writings of others.

And so I face, the final curtain. Decisions, decisions.

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.
-Oscar Wilde

Vacations are a good thing. It’s a time for you to clear your mind of all the mundane crap that piles up in there. Some of it needs to be remembered, but mostly it’s a load of waffle needing to be evacuated to create space for new mundane crap. At any rate, my vacation was exactly that: a cleansing of the mind by doing absolutely nothing of consequence. Well, except that one thing.

My intention had been to take Joey to the beach and just escape the city for the week, but after some thought, it occurred to me this was my chance to get some things done which are just impossible to do when you have an 8 - 5 job. So that’s what I did. I stayed home and ran errands. And watched movies. And went to the zoo. And on and on and on.

The week started out by taking Joey to get Read the rest of this entry »

Taking a break is a good thing. It sort of puts things into perspective. Not that I learned any major life lessons seeing as I spent 48 hours last weekend reading Harry Potter and the preceding week seeing the new Harry Potter movie four times. But I still feel like I was able to step away from something I was letting have too much control over my life. Although, now that I’m posting and reading blogs again, I see myself slipping back into the old mold. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Only time will tell.

These last two weeks have been eventful as I have officially registered for school in order to complete my degree in History. If my Italian class has taught me anything (other than Italian of course) it’s that I need to do something for myself. And going back to school is it.

I’m excited and nervous about the whole prospect. I know I’ll be working harder than I have in many, many years and that makes me apprehensive about the whole thing. Seeing as I’m pretty much the laziest person any of you will ever have the pleasure of knowing.

I have also applied and interviewed for a job at a local hospital. While I feel slightly guilty about giving up on this job after only a year, I know that I can’t take three more years of this unless something changes pretty drastically. The new job would mean a pay cut, but also put me back on familiar ground. And if there is anything I crave right now, it’s familiarity. I should know by the end of the week if I got the job.

That’s all that happened in my world. Now that I look back on it, it’s pretty pathetic. Oh well, I am starting to accept my life will never be the exciting, rock star life I constantly wish for. And that’s ok.